It has to start by figuring out which words are used in recipes. Here in a very early iteration, you can see the first somewhat intelligible word beginning to condense out of the network:
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It’s trying SO hard to spell teaspoon. Teaspoop. It’s hilarious. It gets it right every once in a while, apparently by sheer luck, but mostly it’s:
Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw
It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide.
Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.
Numa tarde de verão, uma amiga me chamou pra tomar um chope e falar da vida. No fundo ela queria desabafar. Contar como estavam sendo difíceis seus dias, pois seu namorado havia terminado com ela e já estava com uma outra menina.
Após outros alguns chopes, ela me contou que o cara já havia sido casado (antes de se conheceram) e que a ex-esposa nunca gostou dela. Mas a sua surpresa era a forma como esta ex esposa e os filhos estavam atualmente aceitando a nova namorada dele. “Intrigante” foi a palavra escolhida para classificar a reação da família diante da nova namorada.
Consolei minha amiga mas a história dela não me saiu da cabeça. Enfim, no outro dia fiquei pensando na natureza do ser humano e no porquê da ex pensar que “qualquer menina poderia ser a nova namorada do cara, menos a minha amiga”. Minha amiga tinha sido a primeira, e assim, vestia toda culpa do mundo, na cabeça da ex. esposa.
Neste dia, nasce a música “Sirigaita”, termo retirado de minhas longas conversas com a pessoa que mais amo no mundo: minha avó. Tentei ser ao mesmo tempo irônica e intensa para explicar o dilema de forma dançante, num sambinha. Escutem e me digam o que acharam… está já disponível on line!
- pris-e par : busy (formal : occupé-e), ex : je suis très prise par mon travail
- dalleux / dalleuse : horny pain in the ass
- pompette : tipsy / bourré-e, arraché-e : drunk
- se peler, se les cailler, se geler les meules, v : to be cold (formal : avoir froid)
- avoir les chocottes - les jetons - les pépettes - les foies - les pétoches / se chier dessus, v / flipper, v : to be scared (formal : avoir peur)
- bouffer / becqueter : to eat (formal : manger)
- crever, v : to die (harsh)
- défoncer / tabasser, v : to beat up someone
- se marrer, v : rire
- choper : to grab (formal : prendre), ex : chope un manteau et on y va!
- aller au pieu (m) ”going to the stake” / plumard (m) : to go to bed
- se faire avoir “getting oneself gotten” : to be tricked/fooled, ex : “Joey, why did you climb into the piece of furniture? Tu t’es encore fait avoir!”
- chialer, v : to cry (formal : pleurer)
- bosser / taffer, v : to work (formal : travailler)
- passer un coup de X “putting a blow of” : harsh to explain, basically doing something quickly, ex : passer un coup d’éponge (f) = getting a sponge and wiping/cleaning the table, passer un coup de fil (m) = calling someone on the phone, passer un coup d’aspirateur (m) = vacuuming the place…
- se carapater, v : to run away (formal : s’enfuir)
- casquer, v : to pay a lot of money for something
- péter “fart” quelque chose, v : to break something / péter un plomb “fart a fuze”, v : to get pissed
- meumeumer, v : to hum a song (formal : fredonner) (taken from Shrek)
- piger / capter, v : to understand (formal : comprendre)
- puer / schlinguer / empester / sentir la mort / fouetter / empester, v : to stink (formal : sentir mauvais)
- chouiner, v : to whine (formal : se plaindre)
- piquer / chourrer, v : to steal (formal : voler)
- raconter, v : to mean (formal : vouloir dire), ex : qu’est-ce que tu racontes?!
- fabriquer, v “to build” : to do - context : someone’s taking a million years to get ready/get somewhere… (formal : faire), ex : mais qu’est-ce qu’il fabrique?
- craquer (pour quelqu’un/quelque chose) : having a crush on someone, having bought something even though you know you shouldn’t have
- se coltiner / se payer, v : to have to take care of something annoying, ex : je me coltine mon petit frère à garder toute la semaine
- se trimballer (avec), v : to have to carry something
- niquer, v : to destroy/damage, ex : je me suis niqué le doigt avec du papier
- accoucher, v “to give birth” : finally saying stg, ex : Mais quoi? Accouche!
-chier, v : to crap
- se faire chier, v : to be bored (formal : s’ennuyer)
- s’arracher “to pull out / / se casser “to break oneself” / se tirer “to pull oneself” / se barrer “to cross out oneself”, v : to leave (formal : s’en aller, partir), ex : bon allez viens, on s’arrache, la soirée est finie
- cafter / rapporter, v : to snitch (formal : raconter)
- cavaler, v : to run all day long (formal : courir toute la journée)(cf horse : cheval / rider : cavalier)
- foutre, v : to do (formal : faire), ex : qu’est-ce que tu fous?
- se paumer, v : to get lost (formal : se perdre)
I mentioned verlan about the word chelou : french loves to cut a word in two pieces and mix. So louche (in that case weird/shady, also laddle) will become chelou, bête (stupid) tebé, merci (thanks) cimer, métro (underground) trom…
Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila.
Hope you enjoy it!
Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my
own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a
little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied
by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart
Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really
„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at
me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to
get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my
acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I
did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the
mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier
with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t
really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying
because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on
your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t
be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much
for me but it still made me nervous.
„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat.
Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like
it happened just yesterday. „Well you
don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N,
if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn
huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the
evening‘s done“ I said knowing it would
put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s
drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed
my lips before stepping out of the car.
Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It
was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now.
Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it
was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn
and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn
and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.
When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy?
Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He
will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.
On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me?
Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their prom dresses. I should have been there with
my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly
changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves.
Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he
did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I
Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked
through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my
head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be
crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am.
Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was
never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave
this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I
look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have
fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.
„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are
you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just
leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the
thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you
promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so
mad at me? I gave you an oppurtunity to
be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what
I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in
the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and
your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was
waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone
why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel
room. I needed to get out of here.
„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated
yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.
sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t
be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.
I turned around when I heard soft music start to
play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave
Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically.
Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving
and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if
he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not
enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know
that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t
leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But
please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at
him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking
flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous
coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact
that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”
De uns tempos pra cá, tenho acordado no susto. Sempre com a estranha sensação de estar atrasado para um compromisso que não existe. Sempre com aquela angústia desnecessária de estar devendo ao mundo um poema que nunca será escrito. Olho na agenda, nada marcado. Coloco meus óculos e confirmo nitidamente que não tenho realmente nada agendado para os próximos dias, quiçá meses. Devo estar atrasado comigo, com o meu passado. Alguma saudade que eu deixei para trás está cobrando minha companhia, como se fosse um chope ou uma dúzia de bolinhos de bacalhau que eu deixei em alguma conta pendurada no balcão do meu bar predileto.
Não sei bem o que dizer sobre mim. Não me sinto uma mulher como as outras. Por exemplo, odeio falar sobre crianças, empregadas e liquidações. Tenho vontade de cometer haraquiri quando me convidam para um chá de fraldas e me sinto esquisita à beça usando um lencinho amarrado no pescoço. Mas segui todos os mandamentos de uma boa menina: brinquei de boneca, tive medo do escuro e fiquei nervosa com o primeiro beijo. Quem me vê caminhando na rua, de salto alto e delineador, jura que sou tão feminina quanto as outras: ninguém desconfia do meu hermafroditismo cerebral. Adoro massas cinzentas, detesto cor-de-rosa. Penso como um homem, mas sinto como mulher. Não me considero vítima de nada. Sou autoritária, teimosa, impulsiva e um verdadeiro desastre na cozinha. Peça para eu arrumar uma cama e estrague meu dia. Vida doméstica é para os gatos. Tenho um cérebro masculino, como lhe disse, mas isso não interfere na minha sexualidade, que é bem ortodoxa. Já o coração sempre foi gelatinoso, me deixa com as pernas frouxas diante de qualquer um que me convide para um chope. Faz eu dizer tudo ao contrário do que penso: nessas horas não sei onde vão parar minhas idéias viris. Afino a voz, uso cinta-liga, faço strip-tease. Basta me segurar pela nuca e eu derreto, viro pão com manteiga, sirva-se. Sou tantas que mal consigo me distinguir. Sou estrategista, batalhadora, porém traída pela comoção. Num piscar de olhos fico terna, delicada. Acho que sou promíscua, doutor Lopes. São muitas mulheres numa só, e alguns homens também.
And a sleepy Scary chubby little bean, I’ll also say cause I feel like it some data of Scar, i’ts been sometime, anyway, one of the reasons he wears the crown that is so seen in every drawing is beacuse Goth handed it to him during the moment he meet him and weers it all the time in other words take the crown get your hands choped off so cheesy<3
Since you're a Singaporean, do you have any tip on writting a Singaporean character? I don't want to misrepresent when writting one.
Here are some tips!! If you have any more questions you can just ask because I myself is not good at giving out tips, but i’ll be definitely be willing to answer!!
Singlish is a tough thing to understand when you’re a foreigner. For this I would suggest trying out simple words/phrases from time to time (here’s a list :00) and also take note when writing (It’s a mistake I see people do) don’t put a comma before a “lah”, “leh”, “lor” ect. as it would sound wrong when said in real life.
Also I noticed that if you’re Malay or Chinese (Indians most will use both but I am not so sure, sorry) you use different kinds of Singlish. Malays would use more Malay words that are included in the slang more while the Chinese here would use mainly the Chinese words or dialects included.
Singlish is a weird thing so if you ever need any help i’m always here!!
!!If your Singaporean character has a different characteristics or something under here that they would never do then you don’t need to implement these things! Not all Singaporeans are the same obviously!!
Choping - the act of reserving a seat with an item, mostly a tissue packet
Singaporeans tend to chope places! In schools when going in a line they’d usually use a bottle to chope and so on! It is used to other people wouldn’t take their seat (of course).
This also goes for territorial. We’ll ask you kindly to go away though (mostly).
Likes the easy way
Everyone in Singapore likes to do things the easy fast way. (And who wouldn’t?) Like tapping your card through your bag, wallet or something else. If there is a short-cut to achieving things Singaporeans would always go for it (but if there isn’t we’ll still do it)
Kiasu - wanting to be the best
Singaporeans always want to be the best. If not they would always tell themselves they somehow are through imaginary loopholes (even though they actually aren’t the best). Basically we’ll always try to be the best or convince ourselves we are. (Depending on the person they wouldn’t go further if it breaks the rules but if the person doesn’t care they might do so. It really depends on the person)
We’re also a perfectionist in this sense, which leads to re-doing work all over again or keep doing awesome stuff at the airport like come on i’d like to live there by now.
For example at a competition where we had to go to different booths to get clues and ultimately guess the superhero, two groups were already at the hall telling the teachers their guesses. They first got it wrong and have to discuss again. My group meanwhile was the third group to arrive, but the first person to get the answer correct. We ultimately got first but the first 2 groups to arrive say they won because they got there fist. (we still got the prize so..)
Yet again, not all Singaporeans complain but majority do. We complain almost everyday about anything. During the complaining we exaggerate what happened so we feel we’re justified (though sometimes we’re not.)
Another thing is when in Singapore, we complain a lot about the MRT/Bus breaking down, the test marks, the prices ect. Though a trend I see is when we’re in other countries, we complain how Singapore’s better (I’m guilty of this definitely). One of the things we do really like about other countries is how cheap everything is.
Especially Singaporeans. A lot of things here are really expensive, so everytime we see a discount we buy it (like how all my clothes were chosen). We have quick reactions so when there’s a discount: “It’s mine.” Everyone likes discounts though.
A phenomenon I see is we’re really organised. When going up the escalator we keep to the left and let those on the right walk. Even when there is no “queue up” sign we still queue up (looking at you Indonesia). In the MRT there is no need to queue up to the train, but we do anyway.
And those are some of the things most of us always do. Of course you don’t have to follow everything as everyone is different.
Another thing to keep in mind is that the person will say they’re Singaporean but it’s obviously not a race. So whatever race you choose they still can be a Singaporean of course! (Also the 3 main races in Singapore are Chinese, Malays and Indians)
If there are any questions that I did not provide an answer to (i know I have left out a lot) please ask me! I’m always willing answer anything about my home.